【@SpringDayCherry0328: #SongYushiSuperTopic#
|Talent Show Commute| “I have seen the beauty of this world, and it is you in a suspender skirt holding bright flowers~[Sun]”】
【My daughter is so, so pretty. Wearing a warm yellow suspender skirt, she looks like a little kid going to kindergarten! Her smile for the camera is so bright, her eyes have disappeared! My little kid Song Yushi must be happy forever!】
【Dark clouds, dark clouds, go away! She’s so cute making a heart sign for the camera!】
【My heart has melted. Pretty sister’s beauty is lethal, being a fan of Song Yushi is truly blissful!】
After Song Yushi’s fansite posted the commute photos, the CP fansite also uploaded a preview of their commute photos. After the CP fans finished fawning over her looks and posting a series of extreme comments like “I want to take the little captain home,” which would make Qi Ke curse if she heard them, the tone of the conversation gradually went off track.
【Keke has left the chat, cursing.】
【Tonight, we are all Keke.】
【Wait, has no one really noticed the ring necklace the little captain is wearing! It’s exactly the same as Keke’s! I swear! Based on my microscopic examination, it’s truly identical.】
【Holy shit? It really is! Can we ship this?】
【Isn’t this too real? Let’s ship them secretly, don’t let the marketing accounts repost this. Marketing accounts that repost can die!】
Meanwhile, in the closed-off environment of the talent show, the trainees, who hadn’t touched their phones in a long time, were oblivious to the outside world’s discussions. They formed their own circles, and a few Qi Yu CP fans also secretly discussed the ring necklace Song Yushi had suddenly started wearing.
“Teacher Song, that ring of yours seems to be the same as Teacher Qi’s!”
There was also a bold one who directly raised her hand to ask during a break.
Song Yushi subconsciously touched the ring at her neck. The bright incandescent lights of the practice room illuminated her long, distinct knuckles. The pad of her finger rested against the ring as she calmly hummed in agreement, “They are the same.”
“Whoa!”
The trainees exchanged knowing glances, and a wave of teasing erupted.
No matter how composed she was, the tips of Song Yushi’s ears still turned slightly red in a spot the camera couldn’t see. She maintained a serious expression and, mimicking Qi Ke’s nonsense, said, “This is group spirit.”
Trainees: “?”
Song Yushi continued her lecture: “As a group, you must have group spirit. And as a captain, you are the soul who unites the group spirit among the members. After all, team spirit is very important. Unity is strength.”
Trainees: “??”
Never mind that Sweet Day had already disbanded, making group spirit not particularly important, but the key point was, what did any of this have to do with a couple’s ring?
Song Yushi knocked on the wall, pulling the trainees’ attention back. “How about this, you all go back and write an eight-hundred-word essay on ‘Unity is Strength.’ Turn it in to me tomorrow.”
Trainees: “???”
Why are we suddenly getting homework!!!
Song Yushi smiled. “Are you well-rested?”
A trainee said dejectedly, “The thought of writing an essay makes me rather dance for twenty-four hours.”
Song Yushi tilted her head. “Three days and three nights?”
Trainee: “?”
Ahhh, is Teacher Song’s reading comprehension not very good!
Song Yushi couldn’t hold it in and burst out laughing. “Alright.” She stood up and stretched her ankles. “Practice it three more times, and I’ll treat you all to hotpot.”
The trainees’ eyes lit up.
Song Yushi added, “So you can go back and write your essays early.”
“Ahhhhh! We’ll write it, we’ll write it!” The vibrant young girls couldn’t resist the temptation of hotpot and all jumped up. “Ten more times is no problem! I can go back and write an eight-thousand-word dissertation!”
Song Yushi raised an eyebrow slightly. “Oh?”
That trainee immediately corrected herself, “I was just kidding!”
The matter of the ring was thus casually brushed aside by Song Yushi. That evening, she treated all the trainees to hotpot in their dorm, which was recorded by the production team and posted on the official Weibo as a short behind-the-scenes clip.
The official video was in high definition, making the style of the ring even more clearly visible.
So, after the hotpot party ended, Song Yushi received messages from various people.
Sister Ming, like a wicked mother-in-law: …Tell me this isn’t real. If it is, I’ll make Qi Ke stay abroad and never come back.
Zhong Yi appeared completely unfazed: Tell me before the official announcement. I must always be at the forefront of the gossip.
Ruan Xiangmeng reminded: cherry
Chengzhi also: cherry…
Song Yushi: ? How did you know?
Chengzhi: There was this one time… that time on the film set… had a heart-to-heart with your sister, ha.
Song Yushi…
Chengzhi: For a hundred thousand shows, you’d have to apply in advance, right? Can it still be scheduled for this year?
Song Yushi: …We haven’t gotten back together.
Chengzhi: ? The same ring
Song Yushi: Coincidence.
Chengzhi: ?
Meanwhile, the CP SuperTopic, which had been feasting on sweet content all day, discovered that the ring was a custom piece from a top luxury brand and that only one pair existed in the world. The more they dug, the more scared they became, and finally, they all agreed on a unified message—
Do you understand? If you talk about this outside, you must say it’s a coincidence!
Song Yushi’s matter was quickly overshadowed online by more eye-catching gossip and news. Only the fans continued to follow the situation’s development. As for Song Yushi, besides filming the talent show, she spent the rest of her time at home reading scripts. There was no shortage of good scripts among those Sister Ming had screened and passed to her, so she had to choose carefully.
As summer approached, the sun began to scorch the earth from early morning, casting fragmented light on the asphalt road through the lush foliage.
By evening, a long, lingering breeze blew in, finally dispelling some of the heat.
Song Yushi put on a mask and a light-colored bucket hat, then took Candy out for a walk. After a few laps around the residential complex, Ruan Xiangmeng slowly emerged from another building.
She hadn’t seen the sun in a long time, and her face had a sickly pallor.
Candy didn’t recognize her. After sniffing around her a few times, it broke free from Song Yushi’s grasp and went wild on the lawn. Afraid that Candy might scare someone, Song Yushi kept an eye on it while speaking to Ruan Xiangmeng, “How are you feeling?”
“Alright,” Ruan Xiangmeng yawned.
Out of the corner of her eye, she glanced at Song Yushi’s neck. The silver ring, under the yellowish streetlight, was glaring.
Song Yushi nodded, looking as if she wanted to say something but hesitated.
“Did you need me for something today?” Ruan Xiangmeng keenly sensed something and joked, “You’re not trying to get out of your hundred thousand performances of 《Cherry》, are you?”
Song Yushi turned her head back.
The smile on Ruan Xiangmeng’s lips froze.
“I’ve mentioned it to you a few times before.” Song Yushi’s tone was calm, even more comforting than the evening breeze. “Although the medical standards in the country are high, your… parents can find you too easily. It’s not conducive to your recovery. So I was thinking of sending you abroad. You can choose any country you like. You can go first, and we’ll transfer your school registration later.”
She said it all smoothly, a clear sign she had been thinking about it for a long time.
Ruan Xiangmeng suddenly felt like laughing. In that instant, she had a humble thought: when Song Yushi was making this decision, she must have spent at least five minutes on it. And in those five minutes, she was only thinking of her.
Seeing her silence, Song Yushi hummed softly. “You can think about it. I won’t make the decision for you.”
Ruan Xiangmeng was stunned for a moment, then smiled. “I agree.”
“Anyway, from the moment they dragged me to that high-end club and wanted me to entertain people, they were no longer my parents.” The sun slowly sank between the buildings, illuminating Ruan Xiangmeng’s pale face. She gave Song Yushi a brilliant smile. “In that case, when you hold your hundred thousand concerts, remember to save a ticket for me.”
The sudden mention of this caught Song Yushi off guard. Her face flushed slightly, and she averted her gaze. “…We haven’t gotten back together yet.”
She didn’t know if Qi Ke had seen that private message.
She was afraid Qi Ke hadn’t seen it, so her last message remained on the screen. But she was also afraid that if Qi Ke did see it, the reply would be so blush-inducing that she wouldn’t know how to respond. So, after that day, Song Yushi hadn’t opened Weibo.
Ruan Xiangmeng shrugged. “It’ll be soon.”
The thought of Qi Ke made Song Yushi a little distracted, her gaze wandering off to who knows where. In that brief moment, Ruan Xiangmeng watched her intently.
She was so beautiful.
The kind of beautiful that felt familiar and made you want to get closer from the very first meeting. But back then, Ruan Xiangmeng was too proud, spoiled like a little princess who could order everyone around, which also pushed her away.
There were still so many things left unsaid.
The unexpressed affection, the love that would never be spoken, were all hidden in her heart, crossing vast oceans, yet they could never cross the sea to reach their destination.
In the end, Ruan Xiangmeng chose Copenhagen, Denmark—the hometown of Hans Christian Andersen, a country where fairy tales and reality intertwined.
Due to her status, Song Yushi couldn’t handle the related procedures herself, so she had to entrust them to Xiao Nan. The visa was expedited, the plane ticket was first class, and in less than a week, Ruan Xiangmeng was on a flight to Copenhagen.
A private doctor accompanied her the entire way, with all her medications, for fear of any accidents on the journey.
The airport was crowded on the weekend, with people rushing to and fro, and no one recognized Song Yushi. She walked Ruan Xiangmeng to the boarding gate and watched the plane take off, disappearing into the azure sky.
It was hard to say what she was feeling—whether it was more reluctance to part or more relief. In that instant, Song Yushi’s heart suddenly felt tight and uncomfortable, a sharp ringing in her ears resonating with her heartbeat.
She staggered as she walked out.
Finally, someone blocked her path.
The person was wearing flip-flops, their fair, rounded toes moving in and out of focus before her eyes. Her gaze moved up; long pants enveloped straight legs, a belt cinched a narrow waist, and a light-colored shirt was thin.
Further up was a pair of concerned eyes.
Song Yushi’s heart suddenly relaxed, and she fell straight forward, into that person’s arms.
It was Qi Ke.
Song Yushi had a high fever.
Memories and reality alternated in a void-like dream. Those words etched into her bones clamored repeatedly in her mind. The dripping of the saline solution overlapped with a heavy rain from a certain year.
Drip, drip.
In her unconscious state, she seemed to hear someone calling her name, over and over, accompanied by a gentle kiss on her forehead, familiar and tender.
Someone came.
They spoke to Qi Ke in a low voice, at a volume she could hear.
“I’ve suppressed the news about you carrying Yushi through the airport in flip-flops.” It was Sister Ming, her tone pained. “You look so delicate and weak, where on earth did you get the strength?”
Qi Ke said softly, “She’s light.”
Sister Ming: “…” Stop showing off your love, thank you.
Sister Ming hesitated for a moment, then asked, “You two, have you really gotten back together?”
“No…”
A weak voice answered Sister Ming’s question before Qi Ke could.
Both Qi Ke and Sister Ming were stunned for a moment. It took them a while to realize it was Song Yushi on the hospital bed who had spoken. Qi Ke quickly walked over and grabbed Song Yushi’s hand. “Captain? What did you say?”
Song Yushi forced her eyes open, squeezed her hand back tightly, her pale lips trembling. “I…”
Qi Ke was full of anticipation, her voice low and affectionate. “What?”
“…We haven’t gotten back together.”
Sister Ming: “?”
Qi Ke: “??”
It’s been more than two minutes, you can’t take it back, Captain!
